Self punishment of the unpure whore Beaten by the wings of an angel Blessed by the no good bastard Raped by the horde of demons Lust bursting on every whiplash The deepest cut delivers the shivers No prayers left for the sinner Second gate opened with power Sister impaled from behind By the horn, hard almighty Sold, bought, and sold again Cheap, used and bound to hell ... There is no such thing as innocence The flame burns us from below